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• Snobby •

Rolling your eyes in the direction of the snobby air hostess, you almost laugh as you watch her stick her nose in the air and sashay along the centre of the plane. Well, as well as she can sashay in a tiny corridor 50,000 feet in the air. To be fair, she's actually doing quite well until the plane hits a spot of turbulence and she narrowly avoids falling into the food trolley.

Bringing out your phone, you try to secretly take a video of her trying to salvage her dignity to put on your channel, but are thwarted by the same turbulence that hit her before you can take any footage. Your phone slips out of your hand and its the tiny spot of metal on the ground, making a massive bang.

To make matters worse, now everyone's looking at you, and Miss Snotty Air Hostess is smirking like she just won the lottery. Weirdly, this expression makes her look almost... angry. And weirder still, it makes her look almost recognisable, like a ghost from the past, or that thought in the back of your head that you just can't put your finger on.

Still scrutinising her, you pull on your headphones and settle back in your chair. You've only been flying for about 3 hours and you're pretty sure you still have a while to go. Turning your focus to the small screen in front of you, you decide to watch (movie of choice) before being rudely interrupted by an announcement from the cockpit.

"Good Day passengers, I hope you're enjoying your flight, and in you have any inquiries please talk to one of our friendly staff."

At this you roll your eyes again, feeling sorry for any other passenger who has to witness Miss Snotty Air Hostess.

"We've currently been flying for just over 3 hours and should land in approximately 4 hours. This will be at a local time of 10 am (a/n I dunno just go with it I don't understand time zones, ok) We wish you a safe flight and an enjoyable time in London."

And suddenly, just as the speaker switches off and the movie begins playing, it occurs to me that in just 4 measly hours, I will be face to face with Daniel James Howell, the man who saved my life, and the first YouTuber I ever watched.

*time skip brought to you by Killing Stalking*

As the end credits of (movie of choice) begin rolling on your screen, you pull off your headphones and glance around, noticing that most other passengers are either asleep or raptly watching their TV's. You switch it off and sigh. Picking up your phone, you see around 100 messages from F/N, ranging from panicking about the state of your apartment and freaking out about 'actually meeting the actual amazingphil'.

Chuckling, you notice that the seatbelt sign above your head is once again illuminated, meaning that you're landing soon. In London. Meeting Dan Howell.

Why am I even making such a big deal about this? He's just a person.

Looking out the window to your right, you try to look for the famous landmarks of London, deciding that the big blurry circle in the distance is the London Eye. Admittedly, it is a bit wetter than expected, and the rain is blocking your view, so for all you know it could just be a hill, but you suppose you'll see everything later anyway, so it doesn't really matter.

You sigh, and for a moment, wish that you were still in Australia, the land of Sunshine and Vegemite, where the skies were always blue and you constantly felt like you were being roasted alive. You miss the sun sometimes, and how big and bright and hot it was there compared to America, and you missed how the sky seemed so much higher.

Frowning, you glance out the window again. Something seems familiar about your situation, but you just can't think of what it could be. You've never been to London before, and you rarely fly. Deciding it must be the nostalgia, you shake your head to rid yourself of your weird thoughts, and begin tapping your armrest impatiently.